For Aliapoh
The Wolf's plush lips held the secret that she loved to reveal on unsuspecting targets:
Her teeth were razor sharp, her smile belieing she was demented enough to file them down that way, but of course, they were just natural. Her serrated chompers tore through it easily, catching a snag before a rip down the middle of it, sending a juicy snap of it into her awaiting maw. "Mmmmm..." Yet as she chewed through the gristle, he seemed nonplussed about her shark fangs, which raised a bit of a suspicion on her that she also just flat out ignored. Normally eating something from a bazaar filled with people that hated you would be a bad idea, but her body was capable of flushing out any poison thrown her way.
Maybe she'd eat his face if she felt sick later.
After picking it clean with a suggestive lick near it's tip, knowing somebody like him would never get this from a girl like her. "Nlem - lem~" Wolf tossed the stick with a flick of her finger and with a force that could have put an eye out if it landed, glancing his ear before disappearing into one of his shelves, his expression unchanging, not even a slight curl of annoyance. "Keep the oven on - I'll be back for more." Giving an over the top wave, she clomped along with high knees, her entourage giving him mean faces but thankfully ignoring him to keep up with her.
Back for more, eh? Yes... I'll be ready for you then...
Reaching below his stand, he felt around before tugging a white rag, the glass jar rolling into his hand. Pulling it out, he gave it a hefty jump in his palm, staring down into the brown medicine bottle, a label with a skull and crossed bones on it.
"Harmf, harmf... haaaaaaaaaaaw..." She yawned over the stick.
She clasped her sides, teeth on the wood. Wolf couldn't believe she was starting to feel full after only her third skewer. Normally she could eat a 30 ounce t-bone steak and still feel herself wanting for more. At the same time, it was too good to pass up - the spices made the succulent meat swim in her head.
"What do you put in it?" She asked with genuine curiosity instead of boorish threats lacing everything she said, the bit of wood resting against her tongue.
"A little bit of this, a little bit of that." He looked like a hungry man himself, chomping at the bit for something, as he stepped from the side of his booth separating them. She got a little suspicious and was about to ask for another, when she felt... really... really...
He leaned his shoulder down, catching her skinny body deadweighting into his side. He scrambled for a moment, reaching a hand underneath the pit of her arm, as he readjusted her floppy fish like body into a stretched arm along his back. It was clear to him that her regalia almost weighed more than her, but that wouldn't be a problem for long.
Her heavy black leather boots dragged in the dirt. Despite the teeming market, he managed to get her into an open and dark space of buildings. Her fall dented the surface of the packed sand, and she looked like she was in quite the cozy nap before putting her flat on her back.
He pat down her silver-white hair, unable to help himself from treating her like a friendly dog as he began to scruff behind her big hairy ears, a part of him knowing he was getting away with murder just by doing this, unable to visualize her alert and awake while accepting this treatment. He adjusted her jaw shut, barely applying any weight.
Her soft lips kissed into his rough thumb, and despite her sleeping face, it almost looked intentional. There was a near silent squish as he thumbed her lips, skewing them slightly and finding her moist gums. His fingerprint felt the underside flesh and slid along her sharp rows of teeth, admiring each sharp point. The brush of charcoal shading on her closed eyelids disappeared into blacker angled feline-like slants, reminding him that she wore makeup, and that she probably deserved this, because the women of his culture didn't wear that kind of stuff. A part of him still imagined her waking up and biting onto him, but he knew his sleeping toxin quite well, and for it to work on the Wolf, who was famously immune to a lot of this kind of stuff, made him feel like he could do anything to her now.
He smirked.
Anything.
He traveled up her body from her platform boots, undoing knots with sweatier and sweatier fingerprints. Past the pantyhose that covered her legs, he undid the garter straps attached to the spike belt leashes on both her thighs, just leaving them covered in fishnets. His fingers dug into the waistline of her hips, bringing down her black buffalo hide short skirt and silky bikini briefs with a violent pull, discarding them over dangling feet as he picked her up. Both hands propped her up by her high-waisted bubble butt, stopping to appreciate their roundness by swirling his hands around the orbs, the tactile goosebumping of flesh covered in sandy particles underneath his palms made him want to caress them more. Undoing his sash, he sprang forward, and his fat and stubby cock looked like it had no business near a pristine and hairless young slit like Wolf's, but here it was, about to happen, and she was none the wiser. He found the perfect angle to hump into her, which would still keep her pinned to the wall for him to continue his efforts.
His mushroom tip touched and teased, rubbing up and down, bouncing off her clit before he pressed to her lips. He rammed into her, partially to help keep her up, her body folding like an accordion before he hiked her up a bit by her plump and fleshy thighs. "Oooomph" A look of pleasured relief was forced out of his features, his lips in an 'o' shape underneath his stache, realising it had been a long time since he had done this.
He had trouble finding the right speed, some of it a result of his portly nature. He felt like he was in both a rush to experience her tightness that ran like squishing velvet, or to draw it out and plum her depthes for all she was worth with slower strokes, even tantalizing himself with how his moistened cock teased the young woman's outer lips and the way he seemed to expand girthier and girthier with each throb before invading her cunt with full force. Though no matter how harshly he pounded her, there was no reaction from her. Her flatlined lips sometimes parted from the force he applied, but her tender pink mouth would seal again just the same. Even as her chin repeatedly bumped over her collarbone as he rocked against her.
Holding her in place as he adjusted, his burly gnarled fingers ran against her ribs, feeling like he could snap them with just enough pressure. He wondered how a girl as thin as her could terrorize the whole neighbourhood. A part of him wondered what it would be like if she caught him and woke up mid-thrust. Would she accept it? Knowing the Wolf, not even disgrace would make her submissive.
He peeled off the white bandage from underneath her left eye that skewed toward her ear but stopped short of her cheek, revealing a darklined scar that had healed long ago. It looked like she was just a few more inches before being blind in it. His tongue stabbed against it, then slobbered across the rest of her peachy pale face, getting no bodily response from her, even as he grunted like a disgusting pig through his nostrils. "Hurr... hurr..." The shopkeep now was growing more furious, puffing and wheezing. "Here I come, girlie! Here I come for you!" He clenched as he pinned her to the wall, his splayed hands turning to fists that looked like they could crush granite, his final pump slicing all the way towards her womb, giving what felt like his last breath while delivering his final blow into her lower half.
Removing himself from her, Wolf slid down without ceremony, a splash of his cum ejecting from her, trailing into the dirt like sticky webs, reconnecting to the puddle now forming from out of her gaping pussy. She was at the perfect height for something he wished he could do with the sleeping girl, having never experienced such a pleasure. Grabbing the base of his meat, he wagged around his sloppy prick against her prim nose, before nudging his loose spongeniess against her cheek while hoping to reharden himself sooner rather than later. Despite his middle aged virility, he was ready to go again like a younger man. Having a girl with a body this exquisite all to himself was an opportunity that couldn't be wasted. He'd just need to refresh her dosage.
Reaching into his pocket, the bottle and rag menaced over the sleeping half naked girl. He dashed the small dripfeed sized opening against the ripped sheet. Leaning down on one knee, he pressed it to her soft face.
Her argent colored animalistic vertical slices shot open. "AH!" True fear escaped his mouth, his arm and hand punching the chemical laced linen into her face, the back of her head bouncing into the building, but the Wolf's strength rebounded back, pushing against his grip. With renewed verve, her hands clambered up his treetrunk arm, her fight or flight response kicking in - but the wall of vapor was too much, her fingers slowing, and like his prayers had been answered, her limbs crumbled down at her sides, her neck going limp.
He stepped back, his heart palpitating, and as he sharply inhaled, his cold and calculating brain kicked in again.
Hmmph.
She had seen his face.
Wolf was trapped in a prison of sleep. She dreamed well though, always of the things she loved:
Murder, death. Fountains of blood as her opponents struggled with their new and shorter appendages.
Despite the messes she made of others, she always stayed picturesque: Svelte and in expensive mixed and matched fashion she scored on her hunts of soldiers or royalty. She never questioned why she never made herself bloody, particularly when she wore fancy white peacock jackets, the momentum of the dreamlike logic never letting her inquire too deeply.
But there was a shadowy figure she could never defeat - one who would interrupt her slaughter for what felt like 10-15 minute spans. The silence of those moments scared her the most, but it wasn't long before it let her go and disappeared. It was strange, but then she just resumed her quadruped-like tackles, delivering final blows to the foolish mannequins that got in her way.
Her arms were strewn out, nearly over the sides of the bed. Legs parted. Cum ran curdled in between her thighs. The room stunk of sex, when it used to smell of herbs and spices after long days of serving customers. Huffing over her while on his knees, his limpening member descended between his legs like a retreating turtle. He was reminded that he was no longer that spry twenty something. His body was vascular and veiny, yet parts of his skin were loose that hadn't been before. He tired himself on simple tasks, yet when he saw the Wolf, ravishment was all he had for her.
He ran his palm along her hill-like belly shape, appreciating the stiffness. "My word you're getting big, dear." He looked to her peaceful sleeping features hidden underneath a silk veil laid across the bridge of her nose, then his eye fell upon the rest of her and the changes she was undergoing. What had started as perky teen triangles, her tits had now expanded; like engorged pillows that had a visible heft if you viewed them from underneath. Her nipples were now puffy cup shaped fountains that quietly seeped a clear and milky liquid that he would sometimes partake in when not wanting to get up to go to the city's well.
Her fluffy ears with black tipped points twitched, reminding the vendor of a dreaming dog. Her grey hair which had once been maintained and went past her shoulders in length with a couple of long streaking strands, had now overgrown, but it hadn't become a waterfall due to severe knotting. Her layered and feathered silver hair had gotten mangey and matted thanks in part from shots of his protein shampoo; dry streaks of cum still embedded on her face.
She'd need to be put into restraints soon.
He was sure she would accept being a mother. He was sure she would accept being his wife. With a wife, he could finally open that second stall he always wanted. The Wolf had a higher calling now - no need to go gallivanting around the district offering, or delivering on, threats of violence anymore. She'll be too busy childrearing - and their child would be beautiful! His commoner blood interbreeding with her superior noblewoman's womb. How could she say no!?
And even if she did... the rag would just go back on, and she'd be under for another eight months until she was ready to pop out another...
